The Bad Boy's Brothers

Chapter 8

"Well, I'm going for a run now," I state, slipping past Vincent and toward the front door.

"Will," Vincent says, "Wait for a second. We weren't done with our conversation, having a curfew is not the only rule you're going to have. Understand?"

I nod my head slowly.

"Then sit back down," Vincent commands.

I turn back towards my seat, slowly walking back and lowering myself onto it.

"Let's talk about your probation," Vincent says, "I'm hoping Becky is right in her confidence that you haven't done anything wrong. I, however, am not sure yet whether I believe that, which means I'm going to keep a tighter hold on you for the first few months until you can prove to me that you're trustworthy."

"Fine," I say, rolling my eyes.

"Attitude is not appreciated, Will. This can be really easy or really hard, Okay?" Vincent says, his eyes boring into mine.

"Okay," I reply, trying to keep the sarcasm out of my voice.

"So, about your probation meetings," Vincent continues, "I've set up a meeting with Chris today at 5, I'll come with you for the first meeting, but after that, I'll only drop you off. We've decided that it would be best for you to increase your meetings to every week, so this will be your set time."

"Today?" I ask, the shock evident in my voice. This man set up a meeting with my new probation officer today? As in I'm meeting him in less than 12 hours? Because, there is no way in hell he can just spring that on me like that, right?

"I've decided to leave the rest of the rule-making for when we're meeting with Chris, I think he'll probably have some good suggestions," Vincent states.

My face is still paralyzed in a state of shock, my mouth hanging wide open. After I realize this, I quickly snap it shut, trying to compose myself.

"You're free to go on your run now," Vincent dismisses.

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As Vincent pulls the large SUV into a parking spot at a local cafe, I slouch further in my seat.

"Will, get up, we're going inside," Vincent commands, unbuckling his seatbelt and pushing his door open.

I stay silent, sinking even lower, probably beyond what was the previous limit of slouching in car seats to get out of probation meetings.

"Will," Vincent's voice is getting near the scary range, "Now."

"I don't want to," I pout. I know I'm acting like a five-year-old, but I don't particularly care at this moment, my main focus is not going to that meeting.

Vincent walks around the front of the car slowly, giving my heart plenty of time to start racing. My door slowly opens, revealing a very pissed-off Vincent.

"I said to get up, out of this car, and go to the meeting, Will. So get your ass up before I drag you in there, understand?" Vincent threatens. There is no doubt in my mind that he would have no problem following through. And in my experience, whatever something someone is willing to do to you in public, they are 10x more likely to do something 10x worse in private.

So, I get my ass up and out of that car, trying to waste as much time as possible while doing it. As we walk toward the front doors, I drag my feet, staring at the ground.

When I can tell Vincent doesn't think I'm about to do anything, I sprint as fast as I can back toward the main road. The only thing on my mind right now is to get away from this stupid place, with these stupid people, especially Chris. Why did Becky think that it would be a good idea to find me a probation officer named Chris?

Unfortunately for my grand plans of escaping, Vincent is a really fast runner. Like, really fucking fast. I've always been a good runner, speed and long distance, so in the past, it's never been particularly hard to run away when needed. But, of course, Vincent is way faster than me and he tackles me after about a block of running.

My cheek is pressed into the concrete sidewalk below me, Vincent's heavy body is pinning me to the ground. I'm starting to struggle to breathe.

"Where were you going, Will?" Vincent asks, his voice remaining gentle.

I can't speak. Being pushed down here like this is like reliving some of my worst memories, all at once.

"I-," My voice breaks before I can even get a word out. My breaths are coming out in short, strangled gasps.

I can't think. Flashes of black cover my eyes. Tears are starting to stream down my face.

I can feel Vincent get off of me, but my panic attack isn't going away.

I curl up into a ball and try to control my breathing.

Slowly, I feel my brain calm down, leaving me lying down on the pavement with two figures standing above me.

A/N:

Sorry this chapter is shorter. I've had a very stressful and busy week, so I just tried to do something.